Falling in Love With A One-Night Stand novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 Did He Tell You about Me?

When Anna came back to the room and pushed the door open, she found that the room was in darkness. She could see a figure sitting on the sofa with the help of the light that came in from outside.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Wayne inhaled deeply on the cigarette and the cigarette end glowed red in the darkness.

After hesitation, Anna closed the door gently and walked toward him. “Why did you suddenly come back? You don’t like the gumbo?”

“No,” Wayne answered briefly. For a moment, Anna didn’t know what to say.

She gently waved her hand, trying to disperse the smoke. Although she had been holding her breath, she couldn’t help but cough when inhaling the smoke.

Hearing her cough, Wayne paused for a few seconds and stubbed out the cigarette. Then he stood up and opened the window, letting the fresh air in. The oppressive atmosphere in the room gradually faded away.

“We’ll leave early tomorrow morning. As for the man that you hit, he’ll go back with us and be transferred to the hospital of Birmingham,” Wayne said. His low voice sounded dull in the

rain.

Hearing that, Anna breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. When she realized that Wayne was standing with his back to her and couldn’t see her action, she said, “OK. All my work here has been finished. If it weren’t for the rainstorm, we would have gone back to Birmingham today.”

Wayne nodded without saying anything and then he went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water running came from inside.

After staying in the room a while, Anna walked out and went downstairs. Most of the guests had gone back to their rooms and the hall became quiet again.

The receptionist was cleaning up the tables. When she saw Anna coming downstairs, she asked, “Miss, you and your boyfriend didn’t have much of the gumbo. Is it not to your taste?”

Anna didn’t clarify the relationship between Wayne and her and made an excuse. “He’s not feeling well and has no appetite, so we went back to the room just now. Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize? It doesn’t matter. Did he catch a cold because of the cold weather? There are medicines at the front desk,” the receptionist said.

“Thank you. He’s better now,” Anna smiled and said. “Well, may I use the kitchen to cook some noodles?”

“What?” The receptionist was stunned and seemed to be in a dilemma. “Sure.” A gentle voice came from the kitchen door. Anna turned around and saw Jennie.

In a plain cotton dress, Jennie drew the tie-dyed curtain and looked at Anna with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.

“Thank you,” Anna said and then followed her into the kitchen.

Jennie was over fifty years old but was not sophisticated. She was simple and kind, and there was always a gentle look in her eyes.

Previously, Anna just felt that Jennie looked familiar. When Jennie asked about Wayne before, she found it strange but didn’t think too much.

And it was not until just now that she guessed the relationship between Jennie and him by judging from Wayne’s behavior.

Although Wayne never talked about his family with her, she had heard some rumors about Jennie. And he knew that Wayne had a bad relationship with his mother.

Looking at Jennie who was graceful and friendly, Anna thought that she was not like the skittish woman in the rumor.

“What do you need?” Jennie asked softly.

Hearing her voice, Anna wrenched her mind back to the present and said, “I want to cook some noodles. Do you have flour and the rolling pin?”

“Yes. Let me help you,” Jennie said. “No, thanks,” Anna refused.

Seeing the disappointment in Jennie’s eyes, she frowned and explained at once, “Ms. Wilson, I didn’t mean…”

When Anna made noodles, Jennie told her how much flour and water she needed to add and how to flatten the dough.

“I knew you work at Carousel Group, but I didn’t expect that you are so close to him,” Jennie suddenly said, looking at Anna smilingly.

Anna immediately understood the “him” she was referring to was Wayne. Then she said, “When you beat around the bush and asked me about his condition before, I thought that you were just curious about him.”

“Don’t call me Ms. Wilson,” Jennie looked at her and said, “My name is Jennie Wright. If you don’t mind, you may call me Auntie Jennie.”